I need some higher ceilings
I need some deeper feelings
Saying my goodbyes
While tripping on bad highs
I wonder I wonder what you would do
If you only knew
What I was about to stew
Chew you up
Spew you out in a cup
Slurp it down
Wipe it away with the paradox of a frown
Call me a clown
As a wear this crown
Of thorns
You mock me, yet stock me
A drama versus a construct
Both love and sin I conduct